Friday the 30th January will see a certified alumnus of San Francisco’s long and infinitely profound music scene bless our town with sounds bigger than the sky. Following in the footsteps of previous bedroom producer/songwriters, such as R. Stevie Moore and Alexander ‘Skip’ Spence, Tim Presley, the sole creative force and leader of White Fence, creates sunshine bleached songs that resemble the best side of a collection of highly influential 60’s bands.
I’ve had the pleasure of meeting the man behind one of the only current psychedelic revival bands worth listening to at a Ty Segall gig that he and his band were supporting. I didn’t have a ticket to the gig and so asked if he could snaggle me in with him. He told me he couldn’t as he had promised a “highly attractive” lady that she could come in with him, gave me one of his particularly nice American Spirit cigarettes in condolence and then proceeded to deliver one of the finest gigs I saw last year. Live, his outfit deliver a more distortion laced sound that is tinged with the same out of this world weirdness that attracted me to the event in the first place (type in The Love Between White Fence Burgerama on Youtube to see what I mean). Lyrically, Presley represents an acid-washed Dylan while providing Zombie-esque basslines that are as seamless as Danny Elfman’s Simpsons theme.
For all wannabe DIY bedroom recorders, White Fence are a band that should be sought out and listened to immediately, and his gig at Sticky Mike’s Frog Bar should be attended with the utmost importance. If not to see a band that I have no doubt will be mentioned as a primary influence for a host of great bands to come but also to see how one turns a recorded sound, that would otherwise seem impossible, into something magical live.
By Tom Johnson